These days I find myself walking back home from work thinking about a different life.
The life when I wake up quietly spending time with myself. I see me rolling inside my white messy blanket, looking at the shear of light coming through the window. getting tired of feeling my feet deep in that ocean of fabrics, eventually I will gather up, make a cup of coffee, smell to the depth of it. Then in the quietness of it all, I will wait and wait for life to happen.
A life that is full of commuters running and running. A life that I get lost finding my way around to get back to the only place I feel familiar and call home. A life that is new, exciting, yet somewhat scary and strange.
I am patiently waiting for a new life to come, each and everyday will be a new soundtrack.